"She will be fine, right?" Aether's voice trembled with concern as he watched Helena meticulously tending to Delphine's wound.
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Delphine, sensing his worry, offered a small smile, trying to soothe him. "I will be fine, Aether," she reassured, her voice gentle despite the pain.
But Aether, still agitated, replied sharply, "I-I didn't ask you, I asked her!" His eyes bore into Helena, desperate for her confirmation.
Helena sighed softly, "I know, Aether. She will be fine. Her hand will regrow once I use healing magic," she explained, her tone calm but edged with a hint of annoyance?
Aether exhaled slowly, the tension in his shoulders easing a little, but his mind raced. The fact that something managed to harm Delphine so severely gnawed at him, hinting at dangers far greater than he had anticipated.
